Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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Window, window on the wall, which girl tonight is getting my call? As fun as a barrel full of monkeys...

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International bike race on... No! It's the G. A. A. bike hike. People Are Happenin' All Over the School Here we are, about 800 students, weaving in and out of classes like spiders in a web. We come—and we go in a seemingly senseless manner. Why? We have rows and rows of lockers lined up side by side with hardly enough room to squeeze in a hot pastrami and pepperoni on rye. Why? We’ve searched under microscopes, through textbooks, and various other sources; and we finally came upon the greatest discovery since alka-seltzer. We have discovered the answers to the baffling question, Why do we come to school? Take a look down that long corridor filled with students of every size, color, and I. Q., ask any one of them, and each one will give you a different answer. That tall, husky boy who's rushing to his locker will surely tell you that his reason for coming to school is that he enjoys it---that answers are to be found there if he would just look for them. He finds it a thrill to solve mentally exhausting problems. Maybe this boy will someday become a Newton or a Curie. Who knows? Now take a quick peek into the study hall. You see at a desk a thin boy with glasses. Ask him why he goes to school. He turns slowly around to face you and looks at you with owl-like eyes. Then, he says, Well, you see, all my life I've been nothing. I don’t go out for sports. I haven't the time. I stay here almost all the time—studying. I want that diploma in my hand. Then, I can say it's real. I want to graduate from college. Then, I can do anything---be anyone. Then, I can say---I'm real. So you go back to the school and find yourself pacing up and down the halls again. You almost fall against a water fountain as three girls brush past you, talking in excited giggles. Honest, Mary, I don't have a thing to wear to the Prom. I wonder if that old green rag I wore last year will do? Suddenly you hear a new burst of giggles. If it weren't for these dances and the boys, you wouldn't care what you wore whenever you DID come to school! (continued on page 5)

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(continued from page 3) You step outside for some fresh air and you see a boy sitting on the bottom step, plucking at a blade of grass. He looks kind of sad. So you ask him what his problem is. He tells you that you wouldn't understand. But you insist. Resignedly, he shrugs his shoulders and begins like this: Two years ago, when I was in seventh grade, I told my parents that I wanted to quit school. They looked at me and said that it wasn't their fault. I had to go to school because there is a law that makes me go either until I graduate from eighth grade or until I become 16 years of age. So, I said, o. k. , and waited to graduate from eighth grade. But when the time came, I asked my parents again if I could drop. They yelled and yelled a loud 'NO' to me several times. They tell me now that I'll have to wait until I’m 16, then I can do anything I want. But I don't believe them anymore. I think they want me to go to college like my brother, Frank. I guess I'll have to do what they want. School — ugh! From our point of view, these are but a few of the reasons why we come to school. Some students come because they like to learn, some want to be successful in their adult vocational lives, some want only to make friends and have fun, some are pressured into coming, and some come because they like hot pastrami and pepperoni on rye sandwiches. There are also many other reasons and if they were to become stars, they would fill the heavens. School is truly a peoples' happening, and we, as students are individuals. What makes school your happenin'? With the help of a few juniors, a freshman can go a long way.